Dominic’s pov
I left the room, each step heavier than the last. Anger simmered beneath my skin, and I couldn’t tell if it was directed at Ruby, myself, or the whole damned situation. I had no right to be angry, not really, but I was. She had turned what happened last night into something ugly, something it wasn’t. Or maybe she was right, and I was just a fool for thinking it meant anything more.
I knew I shouldn’t be upset, not after everything I did to her, but I was. I’m tired of her looking at me like she wants to f**k the fell out of me and then telling me it was all a mistake. The way she brushed it all off, like it had meant nothing, like I had meant nothing—it got under my skin.
I reached my room and shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment to steady my breathin
